She keeps playing for now

Mackenzie was seriously considering just heading back to her room, "punishments" be damned. But then there was a slight snapping sensation around her waist. Followed by her panties sliding down her legs! The tear in the waistband had finally hit the breaking point, and now the underwear stood no chance of staying on Mackenzie's curvy rear.

Mackenzie angrily stepped out of the undergarments and picked them up to examine them. Sure enough, the waistband was completely ruined. Mackenzie chucked them in the nearest garbage can, and with a giant mental FUCK IT she texted the picture of her bra-clad breasts to the stranger.

"Fantastic! That bra does wonders for you. And now you've got a matching set!

Next up, your black leggings are hidden somewhere in your building's Rec Room.

Good luck!"

The rec room was right next to the lobby she was in now. As Mackenzie pushed through the double doors, she idly wondered if the stranger was leading her somewhere. She took in the large room full of pool, foosball, and ping pong tables, along with other various games and activities. Mackenzie shivered slightly, recalling her embarrassing first game night in here.

She shook those memories away and began looking around the now deserted room. It didn't take her long to find her favorite pair of leggings. She stepped into them, glad to not have to go commando under her tiny skirt and noticed she could see skin through them. A lot of skin! The leggings had rows and rows of horizontal rips running all along the front of each leg. The thief had torn them nearly to shreds with his latest "alteration!"

Fuming, Mackenzie took a picture of her legs and sent it. On the plus side, if she could keep cranking through her wardrobe like this then she'd have most of it back in no time.

"Great job! Those rips really accentuate your lovely legs.

Next up, your white t-shirt is hidden somewhere in that same Rec Room.

Good luck!"

Mackenzie got to work looking again, but even after scouring the room top to bottom she came up emptyhanded. With a huff of frustration, Mackenzie figured she'd have to ask for another hint. So, dreading having to flash the stranger again, she texted:

"Can I have a hint?"

"Of course, my dear! Just throw away your tank top for good. And take a video of you doing it."

Throw away? Are they serious?! Mackenzie wondered. The whole fucking point of this is to get clothes BACK, not throw them away!